A lot of people who write me ask questions that I don’t always feel comfortable answering, questions about mental illness, about the inconsistency of the blog posts. Most seem to realize when the posts stop I’ve gone off the deep end, and feel like I’ve painted myself into a corner and can’t get out of it. No one ever gives you the advice you need to hear which is walk on the paint to get the fuck out of the corner, most people just try to tell you how to adjust to being in the corner, and that sounds like bullshit when you’re fucking stuck there. I don’t think I’m anyone who should be answering your questions or try to make you feel better about mental illness, I feel like mine goes completely under the radar until shit hits the fan and people see that my actions don’t make sense or start making them uncomfortable.

When I listen to music I try to understand the intent or the overall purpose. Many just want to entertain, and that’s fine, music is a beautiful and enjoyable thing. A lot of the originators of specific sounds within the world of dark music were extremely mentally ill, and you end up with people who want to live in an aesthetic that’s not entirely natural to them, then you see motherfuckers who you can’t imagine being able to function in any other way shape or form other than the unhealthy world which they created and plays into our depraved voyeuristic appetites. I feel my personality melting away and I don’t know if there’s a lot left that allows me to connect with anyone in any sort of meaningful way. I don’t mean this as a stab to anyone I know, or my helper bitches, I just am disintegrating in many ways.

What does any of this have to do with this album, absolutely noting, this record is really fucking good, sounds like a lot of hard work went into it, really great fucking melodies, nice guest spot by Sister Calypso on the album opener Shipwreck, great fucking voice for this. Lot of other wonderful moments I’m too fucking submerged into a substance that approximates our atmosphere but won’t allow me to even move in any way but what it wants to say another word.

You should buy their shit so they can keep making shit for you to enjoy:

A Thousand Hours release their second album “Sleep,” July 22. The album finds the northern collective further refining their 4AD infused ethereal style with tracks fuller and far more atmospheric than their first release “Endless Grey.” The music, a mix of dreampop, shoegaze, post-punk and even darkwave styles, blends seamlessly awash with reverb and drifting at a slow pace, evoking multiple colors over a dusky cold sky.

“We aren’t a band per se,” says song arranger and writer Red Collier. “We very much take our cue from This Mortal Coil and rely on a large cast of characters to assemble a large album collage. This album is far grander in scope and styling than out first one, which lends it a wide variant in sound.”

With over 12 contributors to the album, including members of the Fawns of Love, Friends of Alice Ivy and the Beremy Jets, it would be apropos to call A Thousand Hours a collective moreso than a band. This collective however does more than enshroud themselves in the sound of dream pop past, they have made it all their own.

SAY WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ABOUT SIMPSONWAVE, THIS TRACK IS DOPE AS FUCKING SHIT!!! OUTSIDE OF THE NEW COM TRUISE THIS SHIT IS LAYING IT DOWN HEAVY AS FUCK RIGHT NOW. I DARE YOU TO NOT FUCKING LOSE YOUR SHIT.

SO FUCKING SAVAGE, I can’t believe that CRIM3S returned to us in the form of us this remix and I was fucking blacking out for the entire fall. FUCKKKKKKKK. This is as beast as they come, and show there is still a damn sight more than a drop of fucking power left in this duo that could fucking melt the paint off of your fucking walls. Man do I miss fucking 2011 and 2012, I knew we had shit good and it wasn’t going to last, but fuck it was a true renaissance, and the martyred saints are fucking corpsed all the fuck over the alter that is IVIYH, take a trip down memory lane and click on some 2012 shit before it’s gone forever, many of these artists are deleting their own shit. FUcking insane and sad.

Sometimes you have some really fucking low moments in life, and hearing a simple but uplifting message in a song really resonates in some strange cinematic way, maybe it’s how I’ve been programed by our military entertainment complex, because every now again something gets through the cracks and I start to feel shit. Believe me I make a concerted effort to not feel shit 24/7. This song really gets cooking toward the end. When you least expect it, just what you least expect, love comes quickly whatever you do you can’t help fallin’ (oh ahhh ehhh oh ahhh ehhh).

It was a good time for me to come out of my fucking coma again, shit is getting fucking real, hearing Robert Alfons fucking tear into the shit at full power is causing me to get hard in strange ways. This is what the shit is all about, fuck with TR/ST all you want, but you just fucking can’t fuck with TR/ST. NEW ALBUM FUCKING DROPS IN 2018, way to take your sweet sweet time RA. I am beautiful ❤ Matthew

AH the beauty of fucking pure gold mellow shit, fuck yes!! This is the smooth jazz ride I’ve been looking to take for a few fucking years now, finally this shit is being made again but fucking insane producers, when the gentle breeze of the classical guitar whofts above the sparkling chimes you will fucking lose your shit. Get this shit, give him the fucking dollar he’s asking for and GET THIS SHIT.

HOLY FUCK THIS IS SOME BEAUTIFUL NEOFOLK!!! Do the kids even call it Neofolk any more, I don’t know, but those who are of age get what I’m getting at here. Been on a DIJ kick so seeing someone carry the torch is wonderful.

I usually have a cut off if it looks like someone is spending a fuck ton of money on your record then I don’t feel so desperate to get the word out about you. But this is just borderline, really slick video, the production of this album is fucking beautiful, listen to the pitch bend drags on the vocal. FUCK, love this shit, whoever this (these) mothersfuckers they nailed some shit right here. I’d look it up but to say I don’t have time is a joke, the ghostly peeps will send me a message if they want shit accurately represented here, it’s the one time you know you’re always going to hear from labels. BLAST THIS FUCKING JAM UNTIL YOUR FUCKING HEAD EXPLODES INTO A CLOUD.

My beautiful bitch Michael Cameron from LOS ANGELES turned me onto this shit, really fucking great tracks. Dig below the surface motherfuckers and you strike black gold. I’ve got every fucking major label sending me their shit daily because they think I’m going to go fucking insane and post some fucking rich kid who has decided that they were bored with money and wanted to inflict their feelings on me. 16 seconds into any track and I can call bullshit if they really gave a fuck about the music or not, even if it’s just a single sustained note. Instead of writing it out again for your I’ll just say I echo bill hicks says about the lowering of standards here. THIS SHIT IS FOR FUCKING REAL IF YOU WANT THAT. WHICH I CAN TELL BY THE GLEAM IN YOUR EYE, YOU DO.

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